Haunted

h a l l o w e e n

✫ ༒ Joey ༒ ✫

I had been trying to stay sober, at least from drugs, but it was proving to be extremely challenging. My da was kicking around my mam more than usual which was saying a lot.

Trying to rid my mind of my family, I downed another shot and looked to where Gabriella was dancing.

She was dressed as an angel, courtesy of my nickname for her. She was dancing with her arms around Aoife, who was dressed as a slutty nurse.

Gabriella looked fucking amazing. She was wearing a tiny white silk dress, a halo on her head, angel wings and little white heels.

"Joey!" She shouted, "Come dance with me, Satan!"

Smirking to myself, I adjusted the devil ears she forced me to wear and pushed my way onto the dance floor.

Everyday Gabby and I were getting closer and she was getting less shy, which I fucking loved.

"Are you going to touch me or what?" She grinned, her forwardness a clear sign that she was drunk.

"Yes, I am," I chuckled, placing a hand on either side of her hips.

"You look sexy as a devil," She gave me a cheeky grin, "It's suits you."

"Yeah? Well, you're the epitome of an angel," I laughed.

"Would an angel do this?" She asked, flipping her body so that her ass was pressed against my dick. All sense of self-control flew out the window when she started backing it up against me.

Jesus, the girl was drunk.

"Gabby," I sucked in a breath, "You're drunk."

"Am I?" She hummed, and flipped back to face me, "I never would've guessed."

Looking past Gabriella my eyes met Aoife who dragged her thumb across her neck as she stared in my eyes. It was obviously her way of warning me that she'd murder me.

"Oh my god, I love this song," Gabriella squealed.

I couldn't help but smile—something I didn't do often—at the girl. It was like she masked all the shit in my life and replaced it with good.

She was good.

"Joey?" She looked into my eyes.

"Yes, Angel?"

"Are you ever going to kiss me?"

What?

I was completely caught off guard. I'd most definitely imagined kissing her but I didn't think she'd want to kiss me. Looking back towards Aoife—who was still staring at me—I debated my options.

Kiss Gabby and get murdered by Aoife or hurt Gabby's feelings and save myself.

"I'll take that as a no," Her smile faltered, "Got it."

She took a step back from me and I grabbed her hand, "Wait."

Her cheeks were pink and she gave me a look of embarrassment.